I remember waking up excited, it was the last day of sixth grade. I was finally finished with my first year of middle school. I was getting ready for school and my mom walked into my room. I remember her seeming uneasy but I was not quite sure why, then, what she said next I could have never prepared for, “say goodbye to all your friends today this may be the last time you see them”. In the moment I was too excited for my day, I did not feel the need to ask questions so, I went on and continued getting
On Saturday the third I hear my alarm beeping at six o’clock In the morning. I get out of bed, I put on my shoes and go down the stairs. After I reach the end of the stairs, I remember I am going to the Paris Street Market today. I went Into my basement and open the crate door and let my dog reilly out. Reilly Is a six and a half year old yellow lab. He is a golden colored yellow lab. He sprints up the stairs. He waits by the pantry door He thing every morning that he needs a dog treat
That Day As I walk out the door all alone… Thud Thud I hear loud footsteps like someone was walking towards me. I turned around and all I saw were the leaves falling off the trees and pure silence. I tell myself I’m hallucinating. I look to my front and start walking. A mysterious man was walking towards me. He was dressed in all black from head to toe. With his black sunglasses on, I couldn’t tell if he was looking at
While marching bells played around me, I stood beside my groom my fingers drumming along with the music in an attempt to distract myself from the sea of spectators. The laced corset compressed what felt like every organ in my body together into one tight bundle so that I could fit in the white gown that was secretly a size too small. What bride doesn’t want to look good on her wedding day? I could feel the heat radiating from my face, and I couldn’t help but worry about who else noticed the flushed
Considering the fact that I’ve had a four day weekend. I’ve been through alot those past four days. Friday I missed school because my granddad's funeral was held on that day. I never really got to know my grandad that well because my mom just find out he was her day last year. But the little moments I did spend with him will always be cherished. I never really got a chance to met his side of the family until the funeral. They stay somewhere out of town so they really don’t come down here often
English 1301 9 October 2017 The Day My Son Was Born When you hear the words I am pregnant from husbands standpoint. You are over-whelmed and you think man I did it now. These are natural reactions to the news. Babies are a wonder and a blessing. They bring happiness and frustration and this is how my story goes. One that would change me forever. I found out that my wife was pregnant about six months after my wife had a miscarriage. Then that day came my son was born was amazing and change
guy actually loved you for you. I could see why this line that some guys use can be offensive to some for that fact that he said he loved her for her mind. It says a lot about how he perceives woman as if others aren’t expected to have a mind. My in the day woman were considered domestic accessories and where only expected to obey her husband. Even though times have changed many woman today may not be domestic accessories but they have become accessories
situations because on July 4th, 2013, I found out my Dad would soon pass away. Still to this day independence day is my least favorite day of the year, and July my least favorite month. I realized different ways that loss affected people; some experience it as soon as it happens, others can get stuck in a state of shock. My father dying has provoked me to think about why we do things and the ways people grieve. I woke up in the guest bedroom of my grandparents’
teenagers a normal day with their parents would include an activity like shopping or fishing. For me a normal day with my dad would last an hour at the most because of his cardiomyopathy. Cardiomyopathy is a heart disease which causes swelling, fatigue, and abnormal heart rhythm. In order to try and reduce the symptoms my father has had multiple surgeries. A good chunk of my life outside of school was being with my dad and helping him while he was recovering from the surgeries. I knew my dad needed help
front of my shuttered bedroom mirror, as the blood slowly trickles its way down my fingers and onto my freshly cleaned, white carpet. Tears begin to roll down from my emerald green eyes down and rest upon my rosy cheeks but it wasn’t from the intense sharp pain I was experiencing in my hand. I lowered my head as my strawberry blonde hair falls over my face, blocking my view from the mirror. It’s another school day and just like the last, I was dreading the very thought of it. I feel my phone vibrate